"Don't take him on alone when I'm not there."

Mitchel was worried she might be putting herself at risk. The incident, having unfolded in the Dixon Group with him arriving in the nick of time, left him contemplating the worse possibilities.

Seeing Mitchel's troubled look, Raegan, perched on the desk, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, offering comfort, "Why worry? I'm perfectly fine."

Mitchel was a little upset at first, but Raegan's hugging calmed him down.

He messed up her hair gently and said, "You have to give me a heads -up, no matter what, even if it's just a text. I'll see it, even if I'm in a meeting."

If he'd known about her visit and had arranged for someone to pick her up, this whole situation could have been avoided.

Raegan snuggled closer to him, whispering, "Alright."

She noticed him tense up. Quickly, she stopped hugging him and started to undo his shirt.

After she pulled his shirt from his pants and unfastened two buttons, Mitchel caught her hand. He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?"

“Just checking if you're in pain again," Raegan responded with a slight frown. “You've been ignoring the doctor's advice and pushing yourself too hard."

“Okay, go ahead," Mitchel conceded, guiding her hand beneath his shirt.

Raegan's hand brushed against his tight abs, making her cheeks turn pink.

She attempted to withdraw her hand, but he held on, guiding her hand further downward until...

"Mitchel!" Raegan's voice was almost a shout.

"Yes?"

“What are you making me touch?" Raegan's cheeks turned a bright shade of red.

Mitchel looked at her intently. “Didn't you say you wanted to take a look?"

“But I thought your injuries were higher up. Why should I check there?"

And there they were, still in Mitchel's office. It was all becoming too much!